Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Fuzz on my Mind

Speak my mind with a so called friend,
And I am asking for bad news.
My words can end up in the end,
Biting my butt, stating my views.
So I do not communicate
With anyone, and I just stay
Alone in my room. But they wait -
The thought police point beams my way,
Intercepting the thoughts I think.
I try to leap p.c. pitfalls,
But sometimes I have thoughts that stink.
I did put tin foil on my walls.

The thought police ev'rywhere be,
And tuning in to thinking me.